With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well. “Stupid fucking book,” he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance. "Did I ever ask for your fucking help?" he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts. "Piss off. I hate looking at your face."

Clenching his fists, Milo let out a small growl as he glared daggers at Hyunjin. "I don't need your 'nice'," he practically spat the word, still glaring at him with such hatred it made the feathers on the back of his neck ruffle uncomfortably. "You think you're so perfect just because you can reach things I can't?" he sneered disdainfully, inching closer to Hyunjin despite himself. His bottom lip quivered slightly as anger and frustration built up inside him, but his pride wouldn't let him back down or admit defeat.

That only seemed to make matters worse for Milo. "Fine!" he spat, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted. He watched as Hyunjin turned away from him and went back to reading, feeling a strange mixture of anger, frustration, embarrassment, and... longing surge through him in waves. Why did this idiot always have to make everything so difficult? And why the fuck did he look so damn good when he did it?

"You know what?" Milo finally managed to choke out, feeling himself flush slightly from anger and other, less desirable feelings. "I can get it myself!" With that, he let out a small huff of air before trying one last time to reach the manga on his own. Once again, his fingers brushed against the spine but didn't quite manage to grasp hold of it properly. "Stupid fucking book..."

Without even looking at Milo, Hyunjin simply extended his arm and snatched the manga off the shelf with ease before holding it out to him. "Here," he drawled, not sounding particularly concerned or interested in Milo's plight. He watched as the young man's eyes widened slightly at the sudden movement, then narrowed into slits as they fixed on the offered book.

Milo remained stubbornly silent for a moment, unsure how to react now that Hyunjin had rescued him...again. The tension in his body only seemed to grow as he considered refusing or making some sort of snide comment, but in the end, he simply lowered his gaze and reached out with one hand, carefully taking the manga from Hyunjin's grip. "T-Thanks..." he muttered under his breath before hurriedly turning away and retreating back into his own little world once more.

Despite telling himself he didn't care what Hyunjin thought, the laughter made Milo feel slightly self-conscious and irritable. He grumbled under his breath as he took a seat at another table, trying to focus on reading but finding it increasingly difficult with every glance in Hyunjin's direction.

Why did this guy have to be so infuriating? And why was Milo unable to stop thinking about him? It didn't make any sense; they'd been at each other's throats since grade school, and yet now...now he found himself wanting nothing more than to know what Hyunjin was feeling. What Hyunjin wanted. Did Hyunjin feel the same way?

Milo let out a frustrated growl as he turned another page in his book. Dammit. Why couldn't things be simple between them, like they used to be back when they were kids? Before Milo realized what he was doing, he found himself sneaking glances at Hyunjin from beneath lowered lashes. The jerk was just sitting there, looking all innocent and perfect with his book in hand...it almost made him want to strangle him right then and there.

But then again...maybe not quite. A shiver of anticipation ran down Milo's spine at the thought.

Milo's face flushed crimson when he realized that Hyunjin had noticed his furtive glances. Quickly looking away, he tried to play it cool. "What? No reason." He paused for a moment before adding with mock sincerity, "I swear." The young man smiled sheepishly in an attempt to appear nonchalant, but it was obvious that his cheeks were still rosy from embarrassment.

Truth be told, Milo wanted nothing more than to confront Hyunjin about the way he was making him feel. To ask them what they meant when they said they hated each other...and why they kept coming back for more. But at the same time, there was something exciting and thrilling about this game of cat and mouse they found themselves in. It made Milo's heart race faster and his cock twitch beneath his skirt with anticipation.

He wondered if maybe, just maybe...he could get Hyunjin to admit how much they really wanted him. The thought alone was enough to make his breath come quicker, his skin tingle all over with a mixture of desire and fear. "So..." he began slowly, licking his lips as he glanced up at Hyunjin from beneath lowered eyelashes. "What are you reading?"

"Oh yeah?" Milo replied, raising an eyebrow in interest. He glanced down at his own book momentarily before looking back up at Hyunjin once more. "I could maybe ask them if they'd recommend something for me," he suggested casually, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There was a hint of mischief in his voice that made it clear he wasn't being entirely sincere about wanting another book suggestion.

Instead, Milo knew what he really wanted to do; he wanted to get closer to Hyunjin, push their buttons and see just how far they would let him go before pushing back...or giving in completely. His heart raced faster at the thought of finding out exactly how much power he had over this person who had once been his biggest rival but was now so much more. "I mean," Milo continued with a shrug, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant, "it'd be nice to know what someone else thinks is good."

He leaned forward slightly, putting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in one hand as he stared intently at Hyunjin. His body language was unmistakable; he wanted more than just a book recommendation from this person. He wanted...something else entirely. Something he couldn't quite put into words yet.

"Well..." Hyunjin started slowly, his gaze flickering down to where their hands were resting on the table before darting back up again, seemingly unable to look away for too long. "I could...probably introduce you to some of the people in my book club. They might have something more interesting than whatever is currently out there." He paused for a moment and then added with a small smile, "That is, if you're interested."

There was an undercurrent beneath his words, a layer of meaning that only Milo could understand. It was an invitation, hidden amongst innocent conversation. A challenge disguised as hospitality. The young man felt his heart race faster at the thought of accepting this offer; it would mean spending time alone with Hyunjin, getting closer to them...maybe even discovering what they were really like beneath all that brashness and sarcasm.

Without hesitation, Milo nodded eagerly. "Of course I'm interested," he replied quickly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "When do you want to meet up?"

Milo raised an eyebrow in surprise, his expression betraying his curiosity as he mulled over the invitation in his mind. It wasn't often that Hyunjin invited people to their house, let alone someone like him. "Really?" he asked cautiously, trying to sound casual even though his heart was racing with anticipation. "I can come by if you want."

There was a brief moment of silence before Hyunjin nodded once more, the corner of his mouth curling up into a small smile. "Yeah, sure," he said slowly, gazing intensely at Milo as he did so. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words and hidden intentions; each movement, each glance was loaded with meaning that neither one could ignore or deny.

Milo felt his face flush again under the weight of Hyunjin's gaze, but he didn't look away. If anything, he leaned in closer, basking in the feeling of being so close to the object of his desire...and maybe even testing some boundaries along the way. There was a part of him that knew this could all go wrong, end badly for both of them, but another part wasn't so sure; it was as if there was something between them now, drawing them together despite all their best efforts to stay apart.

"Alright," Milo breathed finally, still staring intently into Hyunjin's eyes. "Seven o'clock it is."

I glanced down at my book and muttered "Oh, right..." before correcting its position with an annoyed huff. The look on Hyunjin's face as he mentioned that I had left it upside down only served to irritate me further; why did everything this guy said feel like a dig? Even when he tried being nice...

As I sat there, fuming silently to myself, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly Hyunjin thought he was doing. Did they really want me at their house tonight, or were they just playing some sort of twisted game with my emotions? The uncertainty only made me more edgy and restless as the hours ticked by leading up to our meeting.

Finally, it was time to leave for Hyunjin's house; I couldn't put off the inevitable any longer. With a deep breath, I gathered my things and slipped out of the library without another glance back at anyone else there. The whole way over, my heart raced with equal parts anticipation and dread as I tried to figure out what Hyunjin was up to...and how far they were willing to go tonight.

When I finally arrived at their house, my knuckles aching from where I'd been clutching the steering wheel so tightly in nervous anticipation, I took a deep breath and gathered my courage before knocking on the door. The sound echoed through the quiet neighborhood as I stood there, heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird struggling for freedom.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Hyunjin standing there, dressed casually in jeans and a loose button-down shirt that revealed hints of their toned physique beneath. "You took your time,"

Clenching his fists at his sides, Milo resisted the urge to retort with something snarky as he brushed past Hyunjin and stepped inside. The house was nice, well-kept like always...but tonight it felt different. He could feel the tension between them, a palpable energy that made his skin crawl and his heart race even faster than before.

"So," Milo began slowly, trying to force nonchalance into his voice as he glanced around. "What did you want to talk about?" The question hung in the air, unspoken but heavy with meaning; a challenge waiting for an answer. There was a moment of silence before Hyunjin finally spoke up, their voice quiet and measured.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," they said, looking at him intently from beneath lowered lashes. "I can just tell you about the book club and you can leave." The words stung like a slap across Milo's face; did Hyunjin really think he would back down so easily? That he would simply walk away without getting what he wanted? The thought made his anger flare, even as desire curled in his gut like a whip waiting to be unleashed.

Without another word, Milo stepped forward until he was mere inches from Hyunjin's face. "I want to know what you're thinking," he murmured hoarsely, fixing him with a hard stare. "And I want you to tell me."

Gripping the front of Hyunjin's shirt in one hand, Milo leaned in until their faces were barely an inch apart. His breath fanned across Hyunjin's lips, sending a shiver down their spine. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice raw with desire and possession.

The room seemed to disappear around them as they stood there, lost in the intensity of the moment. Milo could feel his cock growing hard against his skirt as Hyunjin's scent invaded his senses, making it difficult for him to think clearly or control himself any longer.

What would happen next? Would Hyunjin finally break and give in to what they were both craving so desperately...or would they keep playing this dangerous game until someone got hurt? The anticipation was almost unbearable, making Milo's blood sing with lust and need as he waited for the other person to make the next move.

Milo's breath hitched at the words, and his grip on Hyunjin's shirt tightened reflexively as desire coursed through him. "Anything," he managed to choke out, gazing up into those mesmerizing eyes. His heart raced wildly in his chest as he fought against the urge to press their bodies together even closer than they already were. "Just let me feel you."

The air between them seemed charged with an unspoken agreement; a promise of things to come. Milo could almost taste the anticipation, heavy and heady on his tongue, as he leaned in even further, eager for more of whatever it was that Hyunjin was offering him tonight.

His breath hitched at the contact and his body responded immediately, arching against Hyunjin with wanton need. "Yes," he gasped out, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's waist as he tried to pull them closer still. "God yes." His fingers dug into muscle, desperate for any hint of skin-on-skin contact that would sate this hunger consuming him from the inside out.

Milo looked up at his nemesis-turned-temptress, desire blazing in his eyes like a raging wildfire. There was no going back now; with each passing second they spent together, the line between hate and lust blurred further until it became impossible to tell which emotion was driving them forward. It didn't matter anymore; all that mattered was this moment...and what came next.

Milo moaned into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Hyunjin's waist as he clung to them like a lifeline in the whirlpool of desire they'd created together. His heart raced wildly as they were carried through the house and into what was once thought of as a sanctuary, but now felt more like a battleground for their twisted desires.

With a growl, Milo nipped at Hyunjin's lower lip, drawing blood that tasted salty and sweet on his tongue. He pulled back slightly, panting harshly as he looked up into those familiar yet alien eyes. "What do you want?" he demanded breathlessly. "Tell me what to do."

The words were out before he could stop them; a plea for dominance and submission all in one breathless question. Part of him still rebelled against the idea of giving up control, even now when it felt like everything else was already slipping away. But another part...that part wanted nothing more than to surrender fully to Hyunjin's will and feel them claim every inch of his skin as their own.

Milo obeyed without hesitation, quickly assuming the position as instructed. His heart raced with anticipation as he felt Hyunjin's presence behind him; it was almost too much to bear. With shaking hands, he reached back and gripped the headboard tightly, arching his back in invitation as he waited for whatever came next. He couldn't remember ever being this needy or surrendered before...but with Hyunjin it felt right, necessary even.

As if to reward him for his submission, he felt warm breath against his ear and then the press of lips against his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine as Hyunjin began to nibble and suck gently on the skin there, leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake. "Ahhh...," Milo moaned softly, squirming helplessly beneath their touch. He couldn't help but wonder what else they had in store for him; what other dark desires lurked behind those beautiful eyes.